#98. Birthday
#98. Birthday
When writing novels, what always drives readers crazy is 'constraints.'
For example, in Romeo and Juliet, the reason their love feels so desperately intense is because the dramatic restrictions they face maximize their love.
I wonder what time the Ferris Wheel is pointing to right now.
As the altitude steadily rises, Na-eun's tongue licks along my shaft even faster.
Maybe because it's the cold winter, the inside of the Ferris Wheel gondola doesn't fully protect us from the chill.
Every time the cold air hits my lower body, I think it's freezing, but Na-eun's mouth cradles my cock with heat that's way hotter than that.
Churup. Chururup. Horororok.
Has she already gotten used to my size?
Na-eun, on her knees in her school uniform, takes my cock straight down her throat without hesitation.
Her mouth engulfs my balls, which have shrunk from the cold weather, like she's determined to take them all in one go.
"Haa... haa... Na-eun-ah..."
My sensitivity sharpened by the contrasting temperatures.
The stimulation feels even more intense than usual, making my body tremble uncontrollably.
"You like it? Sunbae?"
Na-eun asks, pressing her face against my cock.
Her face is flushed red too—she's excited as well.
She never calls me sunbae normally.
My girlfriend knows how to maximize the value of her costume.
"Especially."
Lick.
"Because it's sunbae's birthday."
Smooch.
"That's why I'm doing this, okay?"
Dressed in her school uniform, Na-eun spits out each line like a little devil, tormenting my cock once per sentence.
...I wanted to fuck her.
I wanted to rip off those stockings covering Na-eun's pussy right now.
But the time we had left wasn't long.
Because just a bit ago, we'd already used up almost all the ascent time putting on that pure love atmosphere with Na-eun.
The Ferris Wheel was already slowly descending toward the ground.
Probably no more than 10 minutes at best.
I had to make a choice.
End it with a blowjob like this.
Or finally fuck Na-eun right here.
The more diligently Na-eun serviced me with her lick-lick-lick, the more Han Gyeo-ul inside me screamed like, "What the hell are you waiting for, fuck her already!"
It felt like being a total idiot who knows exactly what needs to be done but doesn't do it.
Ah... no way there's no sudden blackout like in a manga scene that stops it right here.
It always stops like that. Lights out and everything.
But unfortunately, this is reality.
No miracles happened.
"Haa... Na-eun-ah..."
Na-eun looks up at me, my pubes stuck to her lips.
Turning the shy girl who kissed me just five minutes ago on my birthday into this mess maxed out my male satisfaction.
Chwap chwap chwap.
Even after pulling my cock out of her mouth to answer, she keeps the excitement going by jerking me off with her hand.
Trained girl, alright.
"Yeah?"
"I think it's about time to cum."
"But there's no time for my pussy to take it, right?"
My girlfriend pouts slightly, voicing her disappointment.
But I was probably even more disappointed than her.
"Time for backtalk, hubae-nim?"
Feeling the obsessive urge to finish quick, I decided to give her the kind of dirty talk she'd like as consolation.
"Our hubae-nim is sad she can't refuel her cum tank~"
Grabbing Na-eun's hair, I force her into a back-and-forth motion.
"Ugh. Uuung. Eueueung...!"
"Trash goes in the trash can. Cum goes in Na-eun's pussy. I know that damn well."
Thinking it might be good to let her breathe for a second, I pull my cock out of her mouth, marveling at the incredible feel of her throat on my glans.
Droplets of spit and precum splatter down onto her pink skirt.
"Guess I gotta unauthorized-dump in your mouth today."
Her eyes are red and bloodshot.
Her body tells me the irrumatio just now hurt, but Na-eun stubbornly keeps smiling.
"Then hurry up and dump those sperm in my mouth without hesitation, sunbae♥"
She lifts both hands herself and opens her mouth wide.
Her evenly grown white teeth and pink tongue breathe out white misty breath, begging for the white liquid.
"I'll handle the recycling myself♥"
Who else but my reader could say shit like that.
Every word from Na-eun was vulgar beyond words.
And I loved that about her.
I definitely thought I wanted a pure love romance, but holding back on this wasn't pure love—it was just being a castrated bitch.
If this line doesn't make you wanna cum, skip the psychiatrist and go straight to the urologist.
I shove my cock back into Na-eun's open mouth.
Knowing I was really close now, I ignore her pain completely and repeat only the motions for my pleasure.
"Uup. Up. Eubbeup. Eung."
Spit drooling from the corners of Na-eun's mouth.
"Drink it all. My trash can."
Hearing that, Na-eun grabs my waist.
And I spew thick cum straight into her mouth following her lead.
Ahh... this is it...
Honestly, I think most sexual acts for men are just a long journey for this one moment.
An hour of sex without cumming.
Ten minutes of just cumming.
Nine out of ten probably prefer the latter.
Feeling the shivers surging through my body, I don't let go of Na-eun's hair until I'm fully done.
Pop.
Once it feels like I've emptied everything, I pull out of her.
Na-eun looks up at me with reddened eyes.
"Ah."
At my word, Na-eun shows me the inside of her mouth like she'd been waiting.
She hasn't swallowed yet—my sperm are swimming furiously inside.
"Good job. Hubae-nim."
I stroke her kindly for her hard work.
"Now, wanna do some recycling?"
Na-eun nods at my words and gulps down all my cum.
Despite the decent load, she swallows it clean in one go without hesitation.
The moment I pull up my underwear and pants, our Ferris Wheel arrives at the station.
"Did you have a good time~ Thank you~"
The employee's greeting makes me smirk.
It really was one hell of a 15 minutes.
Na-eun links arms with mine wordlessly.
"...Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Next time we come, can we start with insertion?"
"...I'll think about it."
Felt like the best birthday ever.
To Minho oppa.
Hi, oppa. It's Na-eun.
It's been forever since I wrote a letter like this.
I'm not a writer like you, so I don't know if it'll come out well, but I prepared it hard because I know you like getting these. Hehe.
Forgive me if it's a bit weird and disorganized.
It's been three months since we really got to know each other. About two months since we started dating.
Remember the day we first met outside of school?
When you took me to that pizza place?
No, but seriously, what kind of guy takes a girl to a pizza joint on a first date?
I searched pizza places in Huin-dong later because I was so baffled, and there were way fancier brands.
9,900 won per pie... You're loaded, why'd you do that? For real.
And if a guy's gonna draw his sword, he better slice some grass at least.
You order a blowjob and then bolt with your pants on when I say I'm calling the cops? Where do they make guys like that?
I was so flabbergasted when I got home that day, you have no idea.
If you were scared of me reporting, you shouldn't have gone to the motel in the first place.
You went in all cocky, trembling because I dissed your novel—what was that about?
Well, maybe not, but that incident is what let us have this sweet lovey-dovey relationship now.
Oh right, I forgot the most important thing.
Happy birthday, oppa.
It's a birthday letter, but I feel bad for rambling about all that crap above.
I talk like this, but you know I really like you, right?
I planned some events for the actual day and got gifts, but I'm nervously wondering if you'll like them. Hehe.
I'm better at this than you, I think, but this is my first time gifting a guy besides my dad.
I got help from the internet, but I really hope you like the watch.
It ranked pretty high in 20s male gift rankings?
The design looks pretty too.
The rotor is honestly something I thought of after reading your novel.
I figured guys would like that kinda thing...
And, well, you probably know, but I wasn't uninterested either... Ahem...
Anyway, I hope we have a fun day playing with this.
Even better if we make unforgettable memories.
Minho oppa.
We're both about to take leaves of absence now, so I hope we spend lots more fun and happy times together from here on.
When I said we should live together last time, it wasn't just casual—I really want you to think about it seriously.
Ahh... writing this is kinda embarrassing...
Being with you every day would be so great...
Please think about it hard, okay?
I'm expecting a good answer.
Once more, happy birthday, and let's have fun on the day.
...I love you.
Your illere.
Na-eun-ie.